by Kitty Thomas
The bullwhip cracked in the air next to her, and she started to sob. “Please,” she whimpered. “Please don't do this.”
Then the first lash fell. She yelped more in surprise than pain. It hurt, but not like when Brian had done it.
“Count!” Damian ordered. “I want to make sure you stay with me.”
“O-one,” she said.
The second lash fell, a harsh, burning sting, but it didn't feel like it was flaying her open like before. She let out a long, slow breath. “Two.”
The third was harder, and her hands balled into helpless fists, tears tracking down her face. “Please, please...” she whimpered, beginning to panic again.
“Count.”
“T-three.”
The fourth was the same as the third. She cried some more but found a way to say, “Four” without prompting this time.
“One more, baby, then we're all done.”
She moaned and started to squirm. The arousal cream was kicking in. “Please...”, but this time she was begging for something else.
“Be still or I could hurt you,” he warned.
Shannon nodded and bit her lip, struggling to stay still. They could have bound her at the waist, but they hadn't. Because Brian hadn't.
The whip landed one last time, the final blow the hardest. She let out a scream, but he was already there, stroking her back, running his tongue over the marks he no doubt had left.
“How many was that?” Damian asked softly.
“Five, Master.”
“Good girl.” He pressed kisses along the whip lashes. “I didn't break the skin,” he whispered. “No blood. There won't be any scars.”
She struggled and wriggled in her bonds. “Please,” she whimpered again.
“I'm going upstairs to start the water,” Lindsay said.
He left and Damian untied her ankles and wrists and pulled her into his arms. He held her and whispered into her ear what a good girl she was and how much she'd pleased him. Then he urged her to wrap her arms around his neck and he carried her up the stairs out of the dungeon and then up the second flight of stairs, down the hall, and to his bedroom.
As they passed his bed, she caught a glimpse of a large array of toys he'd already brought up here. The two men had clearly planned the entire night down to the smallest detail. When they got into the bathroom, Damian sat her down on the wide edge of the tub.
Lindsay was already drawing a bath for her. He poured in the milk and honey Damian used, then took the food back down to the kitchen. Damian held her while the tub filled. Lindsay returned and turned the water off, and they eased her into the tub.
It was hot—almost too hot—and she whimpered as the water touched her back.
“Shhhh,” Damian soothed. “It's okay.”
She calmed as the pain receded and what had felt like a thousand tiny knives started to feel soothing and comforting. The two men washed her then much like Damian had over the weekend.
Both of them lathered and massaged and kneaded and then gently rinsed her. They were careful with her back to touch her lightly there.
Then Damian was at her back entrance, cleaning and preparing her as he had before. His fingers slid between her cheeks, cleaning and massaging. Then one finger eased inside her, and she moaned. “You're a dirty little slut,” Damian said, “And now Lindsay will know it. He's going to watch me fuck your ass tonight. He's going to see what a good little anal slut you really are.”
She moaned and only rocked into him harder.
When she was clean to Damian's satisfaction, he drained the water from the tub, helped her out, and dried her off. He smacked her ass and said “Go get in the bed.”
Shannon laid down on the bed in his room, her heart pounding in her chest, both nervous and excited. She'd begged him many times during their short time together to fuck her ass. He'd spent nearly the entire weekend working her up, easing her open so she would accept him when he was ready to put his cock in her ass.
Now it was actually going to happen.
“Lie on your back and spread your legs,” Lindsay said.
She did what he said, and then he pulled out the arousal cream again. Shannon's breath hitched in her throat as he smoothed the cream between her legs, massaging it into every part of her pussy. He used a generous amount, and she whimpered at the thought of what would happen when that cream kicked in again.
Lindsay loosened and removed his tie, then unbuttoned his shirt, never taking his eyes from her. He made quick work of the rest of his clothes, then sat on the edge of the bed, pulling Shannon over to him.
He positioned her so that she was on her stomach, her face next to his erect cock. “You're going to get me off while Damian takes care of your ass. Lick and stroke me. And take your time. We've got time.”
Damian watched her while she ran her fingertips lightly over Lindsay's hardened length. She watched him, as he undressed. Then she began to lick where her hand had been stroking. Lindsay's hand fisted in her hair, making sure she kept her focus where he wanted it no matter what Damian did to her ass.
Damian propped her up on her knees, forcing her to readjust her oral technique. The buzzing started, and then Damian was pressing a vibrator against her opening, not going inside, teasing her... starting the long process that tonight would end with his cock inside her ass.
Her stomach fluttered in perverse excitement over that. The arousal cream was kicking in hard, causing her to try to grind her pussy against the bunched up blankets on the bed. Damian smacked her ass.
“We are in control of your pleasure. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Master,” she gasped as he pressed the toy harder against her ass. “More. Please. Please fuck me there.”
Damian chuckled. “What did I tell you? Good little anal slut.”
Lindsay stroked her back. “Kitten, you're neglecting your duties.”
She tried to focus on sucking his cock, but it was so hard with the things Damian was doing to her.
“I'm sorry, Master,” she said to Lindsay.
He chuckled. “It's okay, Kitten. Just lick and touch. I'll fuck you when Damian is done.”
That promise sent a thrill of excitement straight to her cunt.
Damian pushed a lubed finger into her, gently fucking her ass with it. He worked her slowly through his arsenal of toys, some vibrating, some not, all while the arousal cream drove her on to deeper madness. She bucked against him, fucking each toy he put inside her ass with more desperation.
Damian leaned over her, the front of his body pressed against her back. “You're ready to take my cock,” he whispered in her ear.
Shannon only whimpered again in response.
“Beg me to fuck your ass,” he growled.
“Please, Master, fuck my ass.”
She went back to stroking and licking Lindsay, while he petted her hair. She let out a gasp when Damian eased his way inside her. He pulled her hips up higher at the angle he wanted her and began to slowly glide in and out of her welcoming body.
He pushed a lubed dildo into her pussy as he fucked her ass. She rocked with him against the double penetration.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I want you both.”
“Are you sure you can take us both?” Lindsay asked.
She nodded. The toy Damian used was smaller than Lindsay, but she was sure she could take them both.
Damian removed the toy and pulled out of her then guided her to straddle Lindsay. When Lindsay was fully inside her, he pulled her down with him so her ass was angled up for Damian to take her. She heard the lube squirt out of the bottle, then Damian slid easily back inside her ass.
The two of them slowly fucking her, along with the arousal cream, had her digging her fingernails hard into Lindsay's shoulders.
“Just hold on. Let us handle this,” Lindsay said.
She stopped trying to fuck anyone and let them both fuck her between them. She and Lindsay came first, together. She collapsed on top of him as he slowly so
ftened inside her. Then Damian took over, driving into her ass until he reached his own peak.
Afterward, the three of them collapsed together into a tangle of limbs.
Their cocks slid out of her, the toys and lube were jettisoned to the floor, and then the two men held her in bed between them.
“Rest, kitten,” Lindsay murmured against her hair, kissing the top of her head.
That night she dreamed a new dream, and the new story of the three of them began.
I hope you enjoyed TWISTED FATES! If you're curious about the kinky artist that showed up in Twisted Fates, check out his and Saskia's book: THE CON ARTIST
TEASER SCENE from THE CON ARTIST:
Saskia had mourned him as if he'd been a dear friend-even though she'd spoken all of four sentences to the man when she'd met him the one time. Sentences she wasn't even sure had been coherent.
But she'd admired him so much. He'd inspired her. He'd painted the most haunting nudes she'd ever seen, some of them in far-too-compromising-even kinky-poses. But that wasn't why people were drawn to the work.
It was the eyes.
Each woman he'd painted in his too-brief lifetime had a look about her as if Quill had taken and broken her apart, carved away all the pieces of her soul that didn't appeal to him, and made her into something new that lit up the canvas like sunrise. Saskia was sure he'd slept with all of them-perhaps just before painting them. She'd spent nights fantasizing about being one of his subjects with all the dark eroticism she imagined such a position might entail.
Sometimes collectors were so captivated by the eyes of Quill's women, they forgot to look at anything else, no matter how lurid the pose.
Saskia ducked into a bathroom at the end of the hallway and leaned against the counter. She'd convinced Lachlan that not only was she an excellent art forger, but a competent art thief as well. She'd regaled him with a few bullshit stories about a couple of low profile art heists that had never been solved, and he'd bought the story. Tonight was all about planting a seed so that when the real Quill nude hung in Lachlan's home, all of his friends would think it was merely a clever forgery.
Or at least that's how he thought it would play. Saskia could never steal the work of an artist she admired for a foul creature like Lachlan, but he couldn't know he was her real mark.
She reapplied her lipstick and straightened the straps of the black dress. A strand of long dark hair had escaped her updo. She carefully pinned it back into place.
"You look lovely as you are."
She spun, working to wipe any trace of startled guilt from her face. "Lachlan, get out of here! This is the ladies room." As if that needed stating.
He must have followed directly behind her. He'd been quiet as a panther stalking prey.
He looked ridiculous in such a rigid black tuxedo, standing in the midst of pale pink lace and cushions. His hand trailed down her cheek. "Saskia..." It was more a breath, a sigh, than speech.
She batted his hand away. "No, Lachlan. I told you, business only. If you're smart, you'll reserve your fucking for women who don't have other skills you need."
He wasn't used to hearing the word 'no', or at least he wasn't used to it being anything more than a prelude to 'yes'. All part of a coy tease-a game a man like Lachlan was obligated to play to get to the warm, wet, excited prize.
He moved closer. "I understand. A woman doesn't want to feel like a slut, so she pretends she never does this. She says no a few times and pushes you away. You slip your fingers underneath her panties, and you find the lie. And then it changes to yes. This isn't a new game for me."
Lachlan pressed her against the wall, his hand skimming down the side of her dress as if looking for an entrance to prove his point.
Saskia put her hands on his shoulders and tried to shove him, but he wouldn't budge. He was a solid block of muscle. He may as well have been a solid block of stone. "I said, No!"
He shrugged and stepped away from her. "As you wish. We can leave if you're ready to go. We've done what we needed to do."
Saskia straightened her dress again in an attempt to hide her shaking and just how threatening she found him. "You didn't bid on the silent auction?" she asked, trying to shift the topic to something safe.
"You know I don't like abstract art."
It was his sole redeeming quality.
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Acknowledgments
Thank you to the following people:
Robin Ludwig @ gobookcoverdesign.com for the always amazing cover art!
Thank you to Michelle and Karen for their very helpful comments as betas.
And thank you to M for digital formatting!
